Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Most of the time it felt like I had the plague. I never got any school crushes or dates. Willow begged me to go to one dance, and I did. Not once did anyone ask me to dance. The only thing I found myself doing was stealing glimpses at Reid that night. He looked so handsome in his suit.
I could never keep up with who was dating who. It shifted around so much that I hadn't ever tried. Still it dings my ego that not once did someone ask me for my number or to one of the dances. Willow went on dates sometimes. Nothing ever stuck for her, but at least she got to experience dating. I’d take a bad date over no date at all.
“We should celebrate.”
“What do you want to do?” I ask. It’s Friday night, and I am excited about this. The only thing I’m not excited about is another four years of Reid.
I thought I’d finally be getting away from him when I went off to college. It wasn't only him I wanted to get away from, but his friends too. As much as it broke my heart in middle school when he dropped me like a bad habit, it was the people he chose to be friends with that had really hurt.
I don’t care what anyone says. They were a bunch of jerks. I heard how they talked about other girls. I’ve been on the receiving side of some of their jabs. I think that was what hurt me the most. That he’d not only dropped me but he didn’t even bother to stick up for me. The Reid I remember would never have been okay with that. But what did I know? I was thirteen at the time.
It was just hard to believe how wrong I had been about Reid Knight.
2
Reid
“It’s going to be fucking weird not to have you throw me the ball anymore,” Jackson says. I’m lying on my bed bored. I throw the football into the air and catch it. I’ve been doing the same thing for the last ten minutes.
“Things change,” I mumble, sitting up when I think I hear the front door open next door. I have my window open. I get up from the bed and watch as Zoey comes running out of her house. She’s got on jean shorts and a hoodie. I take in her toned legs. Zoey might be on the shorter side, but her legs always got my attention. I think it’s because I often wonder if she could wrap them fully around me while I drove my cock deep inside of her.
I watch as she jumps into Willow’s black convertible Lexus before taking off. Where the hell are they going? I know there's no way she’s going to Megan’s party. She never shows up at any of the parties. I went mainly with the purpose to make sure she didn’t. The other reason I went was I have fuck all to do. There are only so many times one would think you could masturbate in a night thinking of a girl you can’t have.
Lately I’ve been wondering why I couldn't have her. For years I have denied myself. I haven’t even allowed myself to be friends with her. I cut her off completely, knowing it was the only way I’d be able to control myself. It’s been fucking torture.
“It will be good for you to get away.” Jackson slaps me on my shoulder. I’ve never said out loud what Zoey means to me but I think people have gotten the message to stay the fuck away from her.
Jackson got a front row ticket to the show, though. We worked well together. He caught everything I threw his way. He was who I was closest to on the team. He helped me keep my cool when I started getting worked up.
I’d stooped so low one time that I had him try and date Willow. She’s a pretty girl. She’s not my type. The only type I have is named Zoey. She’s it for me even if she doesn’t know it. No one looks hotter than Zoey. Jackson was into the idea of taking Willow out. Unfortunately, he only got one date before she dropped him. She didn't seem to date much either.
“I’m not getting away,” I admit. I go back over to my bed and throw the ball into the air and catch it.
“Do not tell me you’re going to the same colleges?”
“Kingston University here we come.”
He drops his head, shaking it.
“You know my mom is a therapist.” I chuckle at his sort of joke. I don’t need a therapist, I need Zoey. Thing is, I cut myself out of her life almost completely, and now I don’t know how to get back in there. Or if she’ll even want me back in it. What I do know is that I’ll do anything to make up for what I did to her. She didn’t deserve for me to drop out of her life the way I did.